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Enjolras watched as Grantaire walked down the busy street, finally disappearing into the crowd. Enjolras sighed then walked into his kitchen, too see Grantaire's beanie laying on the couch. Enjolras plopped onto the couch, his head going back to last night. He hated Grantaire's bad habits, but he felt alone, he drank because he's depressed. He has no one in New York only Eponine, Jehan, and himself. Grantaire's mother passed and he had never had an relationship with his father, do to his father's drinking. Grantaire had absolutely nobody in the world. Enjolras sighed, he his heart broke for his dear friend. Grantaire walked into his apartmen

Grantaire woke up on a couch. He slightly sat up grumbling a couple words about a headache. He glanced around the room recognizing that he was in Enjolras's apartment. The smell of fresh coffee overwhelmed his senses. Enjolras was awake. Grantaire got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, where he found Enjolras sitting on the counter top reading the New York Times and drinking a cup of fresh coffee. Grantaire watched him for a minute or two, admiring his complexion. His strong jawline, his light curly blonde hair, the stern look on his face as he quickly skims articles. Grantaire smiled at the sight of his dear friend. Grantaire cle